After atleast three pitchers of beer, Tyler and you called it a night and headed out of Lou’s tavern, walking next to eachother after he had agreed to let you stay at his place rather than just booking a hotel.

Both of you were walking with him leading, taking a drag of his cig before he flicked it away. He turned to you with his left hand on his hip.

“I want you to do me a favor. I want you to hit me as hard as you can,” he stated, his steely eyes boring straight into yours without a throughly behind them.

“I want you to hit me as hard as you can,” he emphasized, stating once more what he had wanted from you as broth of you stood in an empty parking lot. “Jus’ do me this one favor.”

“How much can you know about yourself if you’ve never been in a fight? I don’t wanna die without any scars,” he says, walking a ways from you to put down two beer bottles he had shoved in his red, leather jacket before walking back to you.“So c’mon, hit me before I loose my nerve.”

“Who gives a shit? No ones watching, what do you care?” He asked, thick brows furrowing subtly while gesturing towards you with his hand before he dropped it down, jumping a bit to loosen his muscles to prepare to be hit.

He itched his forehead, letting out a little giggle with a shit eating grin as he stood there patiently waiting with anticipation. “Surprise me.”